composition of the vessel

and sometimes in the darkness,

we strive to shine our light.

however small the arc –

regardless the distance of shadows cast.

by some,

our contribution considered courageous –

uncompromising.

for however long the assigned tenure,

we share accommodation –

travel in search of sunrise –

dawn’s reprieve from what seems never-ending midnight.

it’s those alliances shared without conflict of obligation that nurture hope –

rekindle fires of compassion from embers of deceit.

yet,

sometimes –

in the darkness –

our light,

diminished,

compromised.

what purpose –

then –

the striking of the match?

more relevant, to be considered necessary –

unassuming –

valued for the composition of the vessel –

regardless temporal accoutrement of perceived illumination…

About boyfrommville

bound to a fate i cannot escape, i stop by briefly to expunge the demons... care to join me?